A: Almost none to speak of, just crisp sweetness and a bit of cracker waft

T: There is a light crisp honey sweetness, it continues with all water with no lingering taste, I would normally a fault a beer here but, this is swift delicious and I want more instantly.

M: You know how a hummingbird flaps its wings 1,00- ok, yeah, basically like that. The synapses barely recognize that beer has occurred before the latent memory of beer is already overwriting the experience. It is a ephemeral zambonie, constantly resurfacing itself.

D: Champion belt is swiftly awarded. It doesn’t have the offputting metallics that BMC or adjunct lagers do, it doesn’t have a cloying sweetness, this is amazing when it comes to drinkability. Why they do not bottle this in 120 oz servings is beyond me. This is such a great, refreshing, crisp beer that makes me only want more. I don’t care that it is simple and swift, I just want to sweep the leg, over and over.

Narrative: Sure, Chip Dexter didn’t go to college, and didn’t need to with his flashy veneers and his $10,000.00 vocabulary. You didn’t know you wanted an extended warranty or a Dyson vacuum cleaner, but then Chip arrived and all of a sudden you had a volcano insurance policy on your Kansas home. He was a swift fast talker with the gift of gab and people loved him for it. Sure he had nothing to say and just reiterated Huffington Post articles relentlessly but, in small doses, you cared for old Chip. One day Chip found himself visited again and again by a confused eHarmony.com user. As all riparian trends go, Chip's well of smalltalk ran dry and it was discovered: CHIP HAD NO SUBSTANCE AND WAS NOT FIT FOR LONGER TERM RELATIONSHIPS. Yeah, old Chip was a whore, but he didn’t care. His crisp Michael Koors suits and dimples kept him company enough.